It appears that those Mayan apocalyptic predictions have not come to pass. Then again, I’m no expert on spirituality, so maybe they did. If so, that means my personal version of Hell is that of a struggle blogger. If this is the case, then eternal damnation is not as bad as they make it sound in the movies and in the Bible.

All jokes aside, I know that nothing has happened. Chic-Fil-A is still open. Since Jesus has not called them home yet, it’s safe to assume that life goes on. No version of Hell would possibly serve food that delicious.

I for one am glad that no one named Pestilence, War, Famine or Death has come knocking on my door today. I can think of better things to do on a Friday night than run from giant Mayan Chubacabra devil hounds. Therefore, let this post be a celebration of life and all of the beautiful things there are to love about this world. Also, if you happen to see any Ancient Mayans throughout your daily travels, feel free to call them a bunch of lying liars to their faces.

*Edit* I just recieved this message in my email, so I’m passing it along to you, the 12 readers of my blog.*

“Now that I think about it, maybe ‘Apocalype’ was a strong word. Sorry for the confusion. Have a blessed day.” – Mayan PR Rep